Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"

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Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Party is over...

Like all good things, they must come to an end...vacation is over and it's time to head back to work. I would highly recommend Crested Butte to anyone. It's a small town and you kind of feel like you're on an island. Everyone knows everyone else and their business, as far as residents go so if you're planning on a bender some Saturday nite, it might just be in the newspaper. You don't have to lock your bike and most people leave the keys in their car when they're in town. Dogs are allowed everywhere and I didn't see ONE misbehaved hound. It was a great break from normal.

I confirmed a few things on this trip...

I'm a mountain girl. Given a choice of beach or mountains, hands down, mountains.

I still suck at and don't like to mountain bike. If I lived there, I'd learn but I don't need one more hobby at this point. I'm busy enough.I DO like to trail run. I'm sure there's a way to properly trail run but I did my best. I kept my eyes glued to the trail. I went to look at my watch ONCE and stumbled to the ground. Lesson learned, don't take eyes off the ground. Note to self: get trail shoes, old road running shoes without much tread left were sketchy on the descend. It was a nice change of pace, literally and figuratively. I did not have delusions of what my pace would be, I was in the mountains for crying out loud. I was happy when I ended up ~12:30ish/mile and zero oxygen.OH, I beat this guy to the other side too. The joy of beating someone on a bike...it was a new feeling. Have a good day...sucka...

I need to stop eating like it's my fourth sport. While I was active every single day, I was also consuming like it was my vacation. Blasted. That swim suit was a little tight in the middle yesterday. Felt a bit like a stuffed sausage.

Since bikes are not locked up, it leaves us with great moments after dinner and drinks like this one...People ARE crazy. We headed out for a back country picnic by a waterfall only to find some crazy ass kayakers getting ready for a dip. No joke, there were two waterfalls and they nailed them both.8-14% incline will make you stronger - I don't care if it was a mountain bike and I thought I was going to die, I made it and even beat a person or two.

And now, it's back to training for B2B! I recently received coaches new and improved training plans for me this time around. My quads quivered when I read it. Not all but mostly hill work. Um, B2B is flat coach...yeah, yeah, strength building, I know, I know.

Love the little single track behind you. Did you run on it? How can you NOT like trail running. There's no real trick to it, other than, yah, keep your eyes on the road. LOL If you don't, then you will miss out on all different kinds of bugs and snakes. Trail shoes are an important part of the trail running experience.And your hubby on the little bike - OMG! My oldest bro is 6'6" and once looked like that on a mini motor bike. Did you laugh so hard you almost peed your pants? I did! LOL

IronMissy - it's official!

Enough about me, what do you think about me?

I'm not really great at swimming, biking or running...I'm just OK at all three! Hell, I pretty much just ride for fun and run for the company any more. I have dogs instead of kids and think that all my friends WITH kids are saints. I write as though I'm talking so forgive my "proper" use of grammar.